The Horror You Left Me With

I sit alone with a derailed mind, twisted thoughts poisoning my last drop of sanity.

I cry, I scream, I claw at my skin, scrapes and scratches running up and down my broken body.

How could you do this to me?

Was this your intention?

To break me down to my most vulnerable state?

God, you must hate me.

Hate, hate, hate.

I’m filled with rage.

How could you?

And time doesn’t heal this wound.

I’m left behind by the world.

I drown in my own torment.

Each day it hurts more, the knife digging deeper.

Withered away, I let reality carve me up.

You see, I’m not broken because you didn’t love me.

I’m broken because you did.